Without another word, Ji Xuan flicked his wrist and the short knife whizzed out.
The general's cultivation was not weak. He sensed the danger in advance and pounced to the side.
"BOOM!"
A hole was blasted in the city wall, and gravel flew in all directions.
The general dodged the terrifying blade, but he was seriously injured by the aftershock and fell to the ground.
"Those who don't know what's good for them can come forward again." Ji Yuan was overbearing.
The defenders of Da Feng did not dare to say anything. They clenched their weapons and gritted their teeth.
Seeing that the defending Army was unwilling to cooperate, Ji Xuan expressionlessly drew his saber. A cold smile hung on his handsome face.
"Looks like you're not willing to accept this General's good intentions. In that case, today, Ji Xuan shall break through the city alone and give your Empress a congratulatory gift for her ascension to the throne."
